LONDON: 56, Paternoster Row,
AND OF ALL NEWSVENDORS.
FIELD & TUER
Ye Leadenhalle Presse, E.C.
T. 4199.
TO MRS. JOHN BULL.
Dear Madam,
Now please not to frown, still less to cry out, “Shocking!”
I assure you, you may turn over the leaves of this book from beginning to end without fear of encountering a single piece of indiscretion.
I know that fresh air and cold water are your delight. You dearly love to shiver at the contact of a dripping sponge; but your door is carefully closed, and I have seen nothing.
It is not your undraped photograph that I publish, it is the litany of your good qualities that I sing.